"I'm leery of anything that is going to try to write HTML for me, because there is the whole gambit of HTML editors out there - FrontPage at the worst of the worst all the way up to GoLive and Dreamweaver at the best but only marginally better level."

About the quality of HTML produced by the supposed web design tools available on the market.

"One thing that is cool about ispell is that it forces you to get better at spelling. When it finds a word that is not in the dictionary, it gives you matches that are off by 1 character or 1 transposition, but doesn't assume that 'echolalia' should have been 'each old alley' as Word will."

One day, Buckwheat gets to go on a helecoptor ride that encounters some bad (really bad) turbulence, that night he gets to spend with two attractive, female 'exotic entertainment specialists' in a fancy hotel in Alice Springs, and the next day he's out in the outback helping to (or at least trying to help) fight off some kind of giant lizard.

"I need to see... Well, I guess I don't need to see your driver's license since you're manifestly not driving, but I do need to know the names of those in the vehicle, as well as your destination... And what the hell happened to the left side of this car..."

As the officer first noticed that Giggy was not a rigger, and that the vehicle did not have manual controls, then realized that the passenger side of the vehicle was seriously ravaged (by a the side effects of a mana storm, though the cop never found that out...).

We'd actually been gated to some level of Hell a couple of sessions prior... And somehow that ended up being constant combat and limited ability to heal, not to mention the party being separated because... well... gate.

Priorities between the rogue and the cleric. No, it was the rogue worried about all the people, and the cleric worried about his armor. Granted, the cleric was a dwarf, and almost all the "people" were lizardfolk.